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Day 19

I found a way to mute the voices, well ways. At first, I screamed as loud and as long as I could to block them out, and it worked, but after a few hours, my vocal cords ruptured. For a while, I was coughing up constant amounts of blood, but that didn't bother me. The voices did. Alas, they were back and they stole my voice in return. After a few days of enduring constant hell as the voices only got louder, I found another way to shut them out. The people who put me in this cell gave me grooming tools such as toothbrushes, hair brushes, nail clippers, and scissors. Instead of using the scissors for trimming my hair I used them on my ears. I first cleaned the scissors to decrease the risk of infection and wiped them down until they glistened as if in the moonlight. I placed the scissors against the left side of my head and to where the blades were evenly direct to my earlobe and then SNAP! Only a portion of my earlobe was cut off. I watched the blood pool down my neck and arms and the smell of raw, putrid blood filled both the room and my senses. I was weary, but still wanting the job to be done. I opened the scissors. Feeling the blade leave the skin was almost as painful as cutting the thing off. I watched my earlobe drop to the floor and a tsunami of blood followed. I went on to the next earlobe and missed only cutting off the top half. That was okay though because cutting off my earlobes still didn't stop the voices. So I plunged the blades into my ear canals and opened and closed them as wild and as fast as I could. Blood, bone, and other liquids and mush pooled into my ears like earplugs and the voices stopped. I was so happy that I wasn't even bothered by the pain or disfiguration I just put onto myself. This deserves a drink. Once we get out, you and I will celebrate. Love you.